“Yeah, I’m Heading Home Now… Oh Yeah, I Got Married”

The title above is the phone call I like to imagine Peaches Geldof having with her dad, Sir Bob, after her drive-through wedding in Vegas (where else?) to small-time rock muso, Max Drummey. They chose The Little White Wedding Chapel, where Britney Spears, Joan Collins and Demi Moore have also tied the knot (though not with each other) and I’m sure – with Peaches currently flying back to the UK while her husband tours the States – that the union has nothing to do with the words “publicity” and “stunt” (or their synonyms, “drunken” and “rampage”). The whole thing just makes you shed a tear for young love, doesn’t it?

In a statement, the couple said they were ‘delighted to announce their very happy marriage’.

The news comes as a shock, because just last month Peaches was publicly declaring her love for another man, Faris Badwan, the 21-year-old frontman of The Horrors.

But her father Bob Geldof, 56, told the Mail last night that he gave the marriage his full support adding: ‘I have nothing further to add to what has been set out in the statement.’

It is believed he did not know about the wedding until the last minute.

Ha, he has nothing further to add, does he? That translates as “Just wait ’til my fookin’ daughter gets off that fookin’ plane from America, I’ll give her a piece of my fookin’ Oirish mind” and then something about there being a bomb in his potater. Or so I’m told.

(Incidentally, the funniest part of this whole fiasco is Perez Hilton whining about finding out about the marriage by – shock – reading the papers like the rest of us, and carrying on as though he’s been spurned by his close personal friends in Drummey’s band. Suck it up, sook!)